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Introduction:

Who would have thought that just an average Wednesday could change the course of my life as I know it? Pretty dramatic opening line huh? Well, it's no b.s. This Wednesday would be a doozy and I am here to tell you about it. So sit back, take your pants off, grab your best bottle of lotion or vibrator and let's get into it.

As I said before, this Wednesday seemed to be a fairly average one. I had spent most of the morning tending to my duties around the house, picking up after myself, I did a load of dishes, sacked up the garbage for my brother to take out later, and swept the floor. After finishing my chores, I decided to go lay out by the pool and work on my tan for a while. It was summer and the day was gorgeous. Not too hot or humid and there was a slight breeze that would come along every now and then to cool you down if you were getting a little warm. So, I went up to my room and put on my bathing suit, and headed outside. As I was nearing the sliding door, I heard the lawnmower going and realized my brother was outside doing his chores by mowing the lawn and cleaning the pool. The mower was a bit loud, so I popped in my Bluetooth headphones and put on one of my favorite podcasts. I laid in a lounge chair and smeared some lotion all over my body so I wouldn’t burn. After I laid back and closed my eyes and surprisingly quickly dozed off.

Before we move on maybe I should fill you in a bit about my family, because this next bit is where it gets good. Don’t worry… it's coming. My name is Lisa, and I am 18 years old. I live at home with my mom Rebecca and my brother Max. Max is 22 and became the man of the house after our dad passed away 5 years ago. Max took this pretty hard and took his new role very seriously. He felt a tremendous amount of pressure to provide for us and look out for us. He was very protective of his family and would do anything to keep us safe and happy. Max was about 6’ 4” and fairly muscular. I mean he wasn’t going to win any bodybuilding competitions, but he wasn’t very soft around the edges either. He did a lot of work around the house and in the yard and this led to a fairly dark tan, one I was envious of if I am being honest as I was typically very pale despite my best efforts.

Mom was in her 40’s and was still quite the lookers. I inherited a majority of her traits I guess because we are often thought to be sisters instead of mother and daughter. We both are about 5’4” and well I won't be telling you how much we weigh because that wouldn’t be very ladylike now would it. But let's just say we wouldn’t be called skinny but wouldn’t be called fat either. I think thick is the term I would use best to describe us. We both had nice full butts and both of us were either blessed or cursed with a rather large bust. Mine being an F and hers being a G cup. They are wonderful for getting attention from both men and women alike, but they are absolutely horrible on your back. But I digress…

I woke up to mom calling my name from inside the house so I got up and headed inside to see what was going on. She was standing in the living room with a man who she introduced as her friend Dave. I recognized this guy from the pictures my mom had shown me of him and knew he was someone she had been seeing for a few months. Mom took me aside and explained that she was planning on enjoying some “adult time” with Dave and didn’t want to be disturbed. I completely understood and told her I would just be hanging around and might watch some TV later. She smiled and turned to grab Dave’s hand and led him up the stairs to her bedroom. He chuckled as they turned to walk away and said goodbye.

I went and grabbed a quick shower and afterward, I came out to the living room to watch some TV. About 10 minutes into my show, Dave comes walking down the stairs and headed for the door. A huge telling smile across his face. He said goodbye for now and then out the door, he went. I was surprised after a few minutes Mom didn’t come down. I began to wonder what was going on and I went up the stairs to her room. Her door was shut, and I could hear her talking and what sounded like crying. I knocked on the door.

“Not right now honey. Mommy is talking with your brother. I will be out in a little bit. Everything is fine. Don’t worry.”

I was worried and I wanted to know what was wrong, but I trusted that my brother could handle whatever was going on with mom. After all, he was the one that usually fixed everything, and I mean everything.

I headed back downstairs, and I went back to my show. After an hour had gone by, I decided to check up on mom again. Only this time when I got to the top of the stairs, I heard a very different noise coming from mom’s room. It was the sound of moaning and grunting… The sounds of sex…

Was… was my brother… having SEX with our mom?!?!

I walked closer to the door and the sounds were unmistakable. Grunting and moaning. The occasional “agh fuck, oh god” … the usual stuff when you hear someone having SEX. But with her son???

I can't lie, at first I was horrified. I didn’t quite know what to do. I wanted to pound on the door and stop them. I wanted to know what on earth was going on. But at the same time, I noticed that the unmistakable sounds of sex had gotten my motor going. I mean even if it was wrong, it sounded very hot. Mom definitely sounded like she was enjoying herself.

The next thing I knew I was sitting on the ground with my back against the wall next to her door, rubbing my soaking pussy to the sounds of my brother absolutely fucking our mother. I continued this for quite some time. Rubbing, fingering, orgasming over and over. I looked at my phone and discovered that this had been going on for two whole hours. Just how long were they going to go at it?

Regardless… I went back to the task at hand. If they were still going then so was I. I continued to finger myself and by the time all was said and done I was a soaking mess. Pussy juices had gotten everywhere… all over the floor, soaking my panties… it was quite the mess.

I then noticed that the sounds coming from the bedroom had stopped. I heard one final grunt and screaming orgasm and then it was quiet. The sound of wet suction came next and then in the quiet of the room I heard the sound of a small peck of a kiss and my brother say quietly “I love you mom”.

I was in so much shock that I didn’t even realize I was still sitting on the floor, covered in my own mess when the door opened, and my naked brother walked out. He looked down at me, sitting there on the floor, and didn’t say a word. He simply walked down the hall towards the stairs and was gone. When it was all over and done with, they had been going strong for over 3 hours. It was nothing short of amazing.

I stood up on weak legs and decided to investigate the bedroom and was wanting to talk to mom to see what on earth had just happened. I walked into the room and the smell was overwhelming. The unmistakable smell of sex clung in the air and clouded the whole room. The smell of cum and sweat and pussy was almost palpable. As I walked through the door, I stopped dead in my tracks once I laid eyes on my mother. She was laying on the bed at the corner. Both her legs splayed open and on opposite corners of the king-sized bed. Cum flowed out of her open pussy and ran down between her ass cheeks, pooling on the bed beneath her. She was absolutely covered in cum. I mean covered. It was all over her huge round breasts, on her face, in her hair, all over her stomach and legs, and even pooled in her belly button. I had never seen anything like it in my whole life. It even looked as though when they started she must have insisted on using protection because there were a lot of condoms, full of cum, scattered around the room. Some tied off and laying on the bed, on the floor, on the chair in the corner, and then some apparently didn’t get tied off that were strewn about, leaking their contents everywhere. Two even laid on mom. One up on her left breast and two on her stomach and thigh. It would seem that at some point they ran out of the condoms and in her orgasmic bliss she no longer cared and just needed to be fucked. I can say with certainty that I had never seen so much cum in all my life.

Mom lay there on the bed, covered in cum, panting like a dog. Her eyes staring up at the ceiling, not really focused on anything. It was clear that whatever orgasmic heights she had just reached, she had not yet come back down from them. I had never seen my mom, or any other woman just absolutely lost in their own orgasmic delight.

I walked over to the bed and gently closed my mother’s legs and pulled her a little further up the bed so she was laying on the bed instead of half hanging off like a used doll that had been tossed on the bed. I crawled up behind her and put my legs on either side of her and rested her head on my chest. I gently brushed my hands down her cum covered hair, I guess it was like I was petting her, comforting her, letting her know that I was there. I attempted to wipe some of the stuck-on hair and cum off of her face but wound up only smearing it around and frankly making a bigger mess. By this time I was covered in cum as well from moving her around and trying to clean her up.

She suddenly took in a long breath and let it out slowly, giving a content sigh. Her eyes began to focus and scan the room. She craned her head up and met my eyes. She still didn’t speak but she sighed once again and then relaxed back into my lap.

I then sat her up and suggested we go take a shower and try and get cleaned up. She nodded slowly, exhausted… almost drunk on serotonin and other chemicals her body had released during her many… many orgasms.

I helped her to her feet and moved her slowly to the attached bathroom. As she stood up cum began flowing out of her like a flood. It ran down her legs and dripped on the floor beneath her. I walked her to the bathroom and turned on the shower. After the water warmed up I peeled off my clothes and helped her in the shower. The warm water streamed down her curvy body and huge globs of cum ran down her and landed on the shower floor. I got her loofa and soaped it up and began to wash her body. After she was all clean and I had taken my turn to wash up I turned off the water and opened the shower curtain. To my surprise, my brother was standing in the doorway, completely naked, holding towels. Mom stepped out of the shower and walked towards him. She took a towel and went to her tiptoes to reach up and give her son a long slow kiss. After the kiss, max placed the rest of the towels on the counter and gave a brief smile, and then turned and walked away. As he left he let us know that he was cooking dinner and it would be ready soon if we were hungry.

It was such an odd experience. I was still so confused and was unsure what to do. Mom was feeling much better now and was able to walk on her own. She didn’t mention what just happened and acted like everything was completely normal. The one thing she did say was thank you for the help and that she loved and appreciated me.

Dumbfounded, I gave my mom a hug and a kiss, not as passionate as she had shared with my brother of course, and I told her I would meet her at dinner soon and with that, I left and went to my room to get dressed. As I dressed I looked back on the events of the day and still couldn’t figure out what the hell was happening. I made up my mind that I was going to say something at dinner. I had to get to the bottom of this. It was just too weird and I needed some answers.

I headed down the stairs after throwing on some sweats and a t-shirt and went to the dining room where my mom and brother were already sitting. I sat down at the table and fixed myself a plate. We all sat there eating like it was just an average Wednesday when I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ok guys, what the fuck just happened”

Mom looked up from her food and smiled.

“Honey why don’t you explain it to her. I’m quite tired and don’t know if I have the energy”

Max gave a brief smile and nodded. He then went on to explain that the reason for their afternoon of passion was as a result of mom’s date and the sex that had occurred between mom and Dave. Apparently, Dave was a very selfish lover and only lasted a few minutes. Mom was quite upset by this because it had been years since our father had passed and in all that time she had not slept with another man. She was extremely sexually frustrated and was desperate for a release and when she didn’t get one, she broke down. She was frustrated and sad and felt hopeless. Apparently, Max walked in on her crying and she told him the whole story. He then apparently simply laid her down on the bed, pulled down her panties, and began to eat her out. He explained that as the man of the house it was his job to make sure that his mom and sister were taken care of. It was his duty to make sure that whatever happens if he can help it, that they should never be left without. This apparently meant that he was responsible for all matters that could affect our moods and that he was duty-bound to help us whenever we needed with whatever we needed.

Shocked and bewildered I asked him why he thought that way? Why was he so determined to satisfy our every need? Being the man of the house was one thing, but this was taking things a little far. He explained that as our father was dying Max kneeled at his side and our father had said those words to him.

“Take care of them Max, no matter what, make sure they never go without, make sure they aren’t sad or hurt. You’re the man of the house now and it's your responsibility to give them whatever they need. Don’t let me down, son.”

A tear rolled down Max’s face as he told the story.

I sighed and said that I understood. Honestly, I wished that I knew about this earlier… There were a few nights that I felt sexually frustrated and could have used a man's touch. I asked him if he was going to continue to help mom like he did today. He nodded his head and told me he would do whatever mom needed and if she needed him to make love to her then that’s what he would do. He then met stared at me and looked me in the eyes and told me that he would do the same for me if I ever needed it. My pussy immediately was wet. I can't lie, I did want it. I wanted him to fuck me like he did our mom. I wanted all of us to go upstairs and have a threesome and fuck until we couldn’t move. But I simply nodded my head, smiled, and thanked him.

Dinner finished normally. After dinner, Max collected the dishes and went to clean up the kitchen. I looked at mom and she smiled.

“Do it honey. I am going to keep fucking him. You should too. We could be one big happy family. What do you say?”

I sat for a moment, thinking deeply. Then I nodded and looked at her and smiled.

“Let's do it.”

But that would have to wait till tomorrow because I just wasn’t quite ready to jump off that bridge just yet. I needed to sleep on it and wrap my mind around things. So, after dinner, I told my family I loved them and that I would talk to them tomorrow. I gave mom a hug and a kiss and turn to do the same for my brother. When I leaned in for my kiss, I reached down my hand and grabbed a handful of his bulge, and winked. I then hugged him and whispered in his ear, “till tomorrow”.

I went up to my room and laid down on the bed. My head was swimming with thoughts and ideas. What was it going to be like tomorrow? Was I really ready to do this? The more I thought the more my pussy got wet which told me that it was indeed something I wanted. So, I relaxed and settled in for the night. I was so horny I had to masturbate for a while to calm myself down but once I had achieved a few orgasms I quickly slipped off to sleep. What a day.

End of chapter 1.

I have lots of other ideas for this family and plan on writing stories for quite some time if this thing is popular. If it doesn’t get that much traction, then I will try something else. Let me know what you think and if there is anything, in particular, you would like to see. I mean obviously, we know what’s coming next…

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